Moving Out

“You have to leave”, he says.
“Who the fuck are you?? “ I retort.
“Not important”, he says. I was here just to pass on an order he quips.
“Order?and who gave this order? The LANDLORD??”.
“Don’t ask, don’t tell, we work on this philosophy. And you know this philosophy too don’t you??"
No, I don’t and I aint going anywhere, this is where I am from and this is where I will live forever, I say.
"Ya ,you will", he says sarcastically. Start packing you have only 10 days to pack.
“This isn’t fair”, trying to think as rationally as I could, but it’s a moot point when the other guy points a gun to your forehead. “
“Trembling with fear, I try to call on the people I know, people I love”. "I wonder why no one comes out to help me. Do they also not want me to live with them"?? A chilling thought races cross my mind!
As I try to fight it out with this guy,
“Out”, I hear a voice and this voice is hypnotic. In the hypnotized state, I say “OK”
The other guy laughs at me, “ I will kick your ass” I murmur.
The voice, comes again “No you wont, and for that matter you cant”
Slowly I identify this voice, it is the LANDLORD, knowing how well he had treated me so far, I say, “we had an agreement, didn’t we?? Yes, we did have one! But just remember, You were only a tenant, and you live in a world where “Might has always been and will always be right”
“What if I refuse to leave??”
“Oh! We have other ways to do it too. But I am sure you will co-operate”.
See you around and then there is an absolute silence!!!
“Hurriedly, I begin to pack my stuff!” Out of FEAR than out of RESPECT
Then since I cannot move my stuff out all at once, I begin to make small trips out (causes havoc in some other things). In one of those trips the LANDLORD warns, “ Don’t pack anything, that belongs to the house. It will cause bigger problems to you, problems which you cannot imagine right now, and make sure you leave the house clean,"Sauber machen", as a German landlord tells you normally”
“OK”, I say (still hypnotized). On my way back from these trips, I try to think of someway offering a middle path to the LANDLORD, something by which I don’t have to move out. Its crazy to move out suddenly when you have lived there all along. Its like you belong there.
But the LANDLORD remains adamant, “OUT” he keeps repeating.
Knowing, there is no way out, I accelerate my packing after all its only 4 days remaining to the deadline.
This causes intense misery to people and things around me.
Some strange things however begin to happen! As more and more of my stuff is moved out, I start feeling less and less attached to the place, to the surroundings to the environment. I seemed to have accepted the fact that I am moving out, and there is no way to back off now!
Finally it’s the day I have to move out. The LANDLORDS’ agents come to visit me in the morning, just as I am having coffee, I offer some to them but they refuse. "OK", I say, as the last few drops of my coffee, enter my mouth. They give another warning, “Tonight before you leave, you have to clean the house. HE does not like tenants to leave behind their home dirty. The older amongst the agent seems quite friendly to me and gives me advice, start closing down the apparatus you are not using/ going to use before you move out! It will save you the trouble of chaos before you move out! “OK, Thanks for the advice I say”. The old man quips, “Moving out is hard, perhaps harder than moving in , we have all been there, this guy here seems so pissed off because he could not even move in properly.”
Just then its time for lunch, I do not know what stuff I have remaining in the house, but I refuse to have lunch! Perhaps its because I am afraid that I might have leftovers and since I already have shut off the garbage disposal, it might be a bitch to get rid off. And the option of throwing out is not an option really because it will leave something’s for others to clean. So no lunch.
Anyways its time for me to move out now!
P.S. I WAS HIS SOUL, AND HE IS DEAD!!!!!